A.N: this is my first fan fic, and it involves my first oc, Swifty! Lifty and Shifty are triplets. I will try to update regularly. tell me what you think of theroy is that they're severly abused.I don't own htf._
11 years earlier than HTF started
Lifty layed next to his brother Shifty, and their sister Swifty. Swifty, breathing softly, but with extreme fear. Shiftys' fedora hiding his face. He's the youngest of the Racoon family triplets. Shifty born first, Swifty born 5 minutes later, and Lifty 15 minutes after.
They're 3, and can only rely on eachother. Their mother died in labor, only minutes after they were born two monthes early. Their father hated them, and they new it. It was torture everyday. They weren't alowwed the privilage of food unless it was scraps, and spoiled.
They stayed alive by stealing food. Even as preschoolers, they stole. They would steal kids food at preschool, and then blame it on other kids. They would go to the store when their father was at the bar and steal food. It was hard to catch them because they were smart for there age and made sure no one was watching them. And then they would take some food. They did this at cheap stores that didn't have cameras.
They slept in a cage in the leaky, cold basement. They hated their lives and fell asleep holding eachothers hands and huddling together for warmth. He glanced at his older sister. Her green bow hung loosly in her matted had a black eye over her natural 'burgler mask' on her green face. She was covered with bruises and cuts, and her tail was a bit smaller. It was a birth defect from being born so early.
He looked over at Shifty. Although they were three, he looked more of four. Lifty and Swifty looked 3. His fedora covering his bruised, scratched face. All three of them had cryed themselves to sleep that night. It was a worse day than usual. Their father got more drunk than usual, and raped Swifty, and made the twins watch. He said it would make them men.
Swifty sat up, her green eyes glittering in the moon light. "Lifty." She crys queitly, not to wake up there father. "We need to leave, Daddy wants us to die. If we don't go, then he'll hurt us worse. We can't let that happen. Me, you and Shifty are going to leave." Swifty says, her Rs, coming out like a W.
Shifty wakes up and sits with them. "Sissy, don't you remember when we tried to leave? Daddy got really mad and killed us." She remembered, but since they come back the next day, it's fine.
"We always come back, it don't matter." The small 3 year old said as she adjusted her bow. "Are we leaving or not?" She questions her brothers.
"Let's go." The three siblings said together
CLIFF HANGER. thanks for reading this chapter. I'll post chapter 2 next week. every Thursday